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A lonely hand, a troubled face

The empty stares and starless space

The frozen moments, lost in time

The spilled emotions, a troubled rhyme

To fear the thing we covet most

That haunts and plagues us like a ghost

The dead and lonely looks I see

Give way to thoughts of things unseen

The one emotion, come and gone

The rising sun in a blood-red dawn

But if it never were to rise

Grey and dead would be the skies

The final deed of endless pain

The screams lash out like poisened rain

"The grass doth wither and turn to brown"

While hopefull dreams cannot be found

The flight of hope has wounded all

The screams of desperation call

Out to those who dream of light

That pierce the dark and split the night

The love is wrought for all to see

It cries to those who remain free...